Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After the cold-hearted feeding, the baby was not full yet, and he was a little impatient and cried.

The Beizhan was busy adding some milk powder to the little guy, and the little guy had a pacifier in his mouth, and he even ate very comfortably.

"Your baby really knows how to **** milk. I'm lucky. This baby is very easy to take care of." Among Song Ci's two daughters, Han Miao loves breast milk and milk, while Han Jun is more picky.

At that time, she had just given birth, and Song Ci had little milk, not enough for her two children. She had to eat it with milk for the first week. As a result, Han Jun cried as soon as he held the baby bottle, making Han Zhan always think that Han Jun was unwell.

The Northern Warfare also knew about Han Jun torturing Han Zhan, and he was a little proud of it. Beizhan said: "When our Dabao was just born, we gave her milk powder because she was not suitable for breastfeeding because of her health."

"She's good too, you can eat whatever you give her."

Beizhan fed the baby and hiccuped, then put him back into the crib.

At this time, Han Qing Shen Chao Song Ci beckoned, "Song Ci, come and do me a favor."

Song Ci thought that Chilling was about going to the toilet, but Chilling said, "Come and put on makeup for me."

she was:"?"

"now?"

"Yeah." Han Qingshen said: "I'm going to the confinement center later, there may be media waiting outside." And the cold feeling of beauty does not allow herself to be unkempt and appear in front of the media.

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but feel admired. "it is good."

Song Ci painted Han Qingshen a look that matched her complexion, covering her pale and weak face due to excessive blood loss from the birth of a child.

Han Qingshen took a mirror and looked at it, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Pack your things and get ready to go to the confinement center." The confinement center also has professional doctors and nurses, which is better than the service in the hospital.

Beizhan nodded, and neatly packed all the things of the adults and children.

When Song Ci helped them carry their things and escorted them downstairs with chills, she really met several reporters downstairs.

The reporters may be afraid of the chilling, resolute, and inhumane style. They dare not get too close. They only dare to hold the microphone from a distance and interview a few politely.

Song Ci carried things and stood at the back, trying to dilute his sense of existence.

After the interview, they got into the car.

When I arrived at the confinement center, I went to bed deeply and whispered to the Beizhan: "Give me a pair of pants." There was a lot of lochia emission. After a trip, the pants were dirty.

Even if it is a woman, Song Ci still wants to avoid suspicion. She said: "You guys, I will take the baby out to wait for you."

Song Ci picked up Beibao and stood in the corridor for a while, and saw Yan Rufeng coming. Yan Rufeng had a brain surgery last year. The operation was very successful and he can continue to live. Yan Rufeng has a particularly energetic outlook.

Seeing Song Ci from a distance, Yan Rufeng smiled at her.

"Uncle Yan."

"Song Ci." Yan Rufeng reached out and hugged Bei Bao Bao in Song Ci's arms. Bei Bao Bao said, "Grandpa Yan, my brother is so cute."

"Have you cute?"

Bei Baobao thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said solemnly: "I'm a little cuter."

Shaving Bei Bao Bao’s nose, Yan Rufeng said, “You are cute and beautiful, and your younger brother is handsome and handsome.”

"No, my brother is actually like a pug." It was crumpled, not good-looking. Bei Bao Bao said that his younger brother is cute, but he is actually ignorant of his conscience.

Yan Rufeng smiled heartily, "You little slippery head."

After laughing, Yan Rufeng looked at Song Ci and said to her, "It's been a long time since I saw him. He has recovered from Mr. Han's injury, right?"

"Thank you, it's all done."

"Well, that's good." Yan Rufeng obviously had something to say, but he didn't know where to start, so he hesitated.

Song Ci bluntly said, "My sister and Yan Jiang will get married in a few days."

"I know." After Yan Jiang retired, his every move still attracted attention. For example, he once went to a shopping mall to buy a wedding ring, went to a hotel to see a hotel wedding package, and discussed the style of the dress with the designer Mo...

These things have been photographed by paparazzi.

And Yan Rufeng, who intends to repair his father-son relationship with Yan Jiang, naturally knows these things. Yan Rufeng is very eager to attend the wedding of his child, but he knows himself and understands that the child is psychologically responsible for him, so he dare not disturb him.

Regarding Yan Rufeng and Yan Jiang, Song Ci is inconvenient to be an outsider. It is Yan Jiang's business not to forgive Yan Rufeng.

Therefore, although the loss and expectation on Yan Rufeng's face are clearly seen, Song Ci will not invite Yan Rufeng to attend the wedding without authorization.

Inside, the Beizhan changed clothes for Han Qingshen and the door opened.

Song Ci and Yan Rufeng entered the suite together. She greeted Han Qingshen and left first.

Song Ci went downstairs and was about to get in the car, only to find that Yan Jiang's car was parked in the underground garage of the confinement center, opposite her car.

A Jiang is here?

A smile flashed in Song Ci's eyes and said to Long Yu, "Go to the supermarket and go home."

"Good lady."

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Upstairs, Yan Rufeng is sitting on the sofa, carefully observing the little guy in the crib.

The little guy's nose is not big, but it is very curled up, very cold. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see who he looked like, but from the outline, he looked a bit like...

"He looks a lot like your father." Yan Rufeng said to Han Qing.

Although Han Qingshen is Han Chenyi's daughter, she looks more like her surrogate mother.

But the child she gave birth looked like Han Chenyi.

Hearing this, the cold sentiment made the Beizhan push the crib over and took a closer look. It also felt that the child looked like Han Chenyi. "It looks like he is a handsome guy when he grows up."

"Ok."

Han Chenyi is indeed handsome. He was a school grass when he was in university. Later, he didn't get any blessings in middle age, and he was still a handsome uncle.

In the impression, Han Chenyi lost her charming demeanor only when she was about to pass away.

Every time I think of Han Chenyi, Yan Rufeng feels uncomfortable.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Knocking——

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Rufeng and Bei Zhan both raised their heads and looked at the door that was opened.

A smooth and round bald head broke into their eyes first, and then the owner of that head raised his head, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.

Seeing those who came, everyone in the room was a little surprised.

Standing under the door, Yan Jiang smiled towards the North and said, "Are you surprised to see me?"

The Northern Warfare recovered and laughed joyfully, "Mr. Yan Jiang, please come in."

Yan Jiang carried his things into the suite.

After putting things down, he didn't look at Yan Rufeng, walked directly to the bedside, and said to Han Qingshen, "Han always seems to be in good spirits. Congratulations, happy son."

When Han Qingshen faced Yan Jiang, his aura was rare and gentle, and he did not have the mercilessness of killing the fruit. She curled her lips towards Yan Jiang and said, "Thank you for coming to see us. I am very happy."

She is really happy that Yan Jiang can come.

With a smile, Yan Jiang took out a red envelope from his pocket, and a red wedding invitation. He put the red envelope on the toe of the little boy and handed the wedding invitation to Beibao.

Bei Baobao took the invitation and asked curiously: "Uncle, what is this?"

Touching Bei Bao Bao’s head, Yan Jiang told her, “Uncle is getting married. Should Bei Bao Bao come to his uncle’s wedding?”

Bei Bao Bao was flattered.

Ahhhhh! Handsome uncle invited her to the wedding!

Bei Baobao asked innocently: "Can I wear a wedding dress?"

As soon as this word came out, the suite suddenly fell silent.

Yan Jiang squatted down and told Bei Baobao, "No, every girl can only wear a wedding dress for the man she loves. At the uncle's wedding, only the uncle's bride can wear a wedding dress."

"I can be a bride." Bei Baobao pointed to her face and said, "I'm very beautiful." She pointed to her mom and dad again, and said, "Mom and dad are also beautiful."

Yan Jiang still clearly refused, "Sorry, uncle's bride is the most beautiful girl in the world."

Hearing that, Bei Bao Bao was like a frosted eggplant, suddenly slouched.

Holding the invitation, she walked to the couch next to Yan Rufeng and sat down. Bei Baobao pursed his lips, lowered his head, and looked like a pitiful confession being rejected, which made people laugh.

Yan Rufeng looked away from the wronged Beibao and stopped on Yan Rufeng's body. "let's talk."

Upon hearing this, Yan Rufeng stood up a little excited. "Okay!" Yan Jiang is still willing to chat with him, which is a kind of forgiveness for Yan Rufeng.

The confinement center has a special leisure place. Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng came to the billiard room on the 4th floor. Yan Jiang said: "I heard that you have won the World Snooker Championship?"

Yan Rufeng was a little ashamed. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not that good, but Han Chenyi is really good. He taught me what I can do."

Yan Rufeng did not evasively mention Han Chenyi, and Yan Jiang did not feel sick or contemptuous.

But the mood is still a bit subtle.

Han Chenyi...

"When I saw that I was born, did you want to kill me?" Yan Jiang asked bluntly, shocked that Yan Rufeng hit the ball crookedly.

Yan Rufeng put down his club, leaned against the table, looked at Yan Jiang in shock and surprise, and couldn't help asking, "Why do you think so?"

"If it weren't for me, your relationship with Han Chenyi would not break. Therefore, I am the culprit, am I?"

"There are not many people who will be calm when facing the culprit?"

Put yourself in the situation and think about it, if someone deliberately drugged him in order to get him, and made their children, destroying the relationship between him and Song Fei. Then Yan Jiang would kill that child out of ten, and even with him, would kill the child's mother.

He is so bad.

But Yan Rufeng said, "The day you were born, I didn't want to kill you." Yan Rufeng suddenly picked up his sweater, and Yan Jiang saw an old scar on Yan Rufeng's abdomen.

There was a look of shock in Yan Jiang's eyes. "you..."

Yan Rufeng smiled bitterly, admitting his fate. He said, "I didn't want to kill you, nor did I want to kill my mother, let alone a woman who was still nursing after giving birth. So, I killed myself."

Yan Jiang was shocked, "...so stupid"

Ming Yan Rufeng is also an innocent person.

He is so stupid.

"I've never been a smart person." If Yan Rufeng is smart, he will be aware of his mother's misconduct earlier, and he will not be designed to make such mistakes.

"I was bleeding a lot at the time, lying in my private apartment, it was Han Chenyi who arrived in time and took me to the hospital."

"I was rescued alive and out of danger. After I woke up, Han Chenyi decided to let me go."

And Yan Rufeng, who has returned to a ‘normal’ family, is not happy. His wife quarreled with him constantly, his mother expected him too much, and his son always stared at him with trust and affection.

Everything made Yan Rufeng very painful.

"Thank you for your kindness in not killing, so that I have the honor to meet Song Fei." Yan Jiang took out another invitation from his pants pocket and handed it to Yan Rufeng.

Looking at the invitation, Yan Rufeng was flattered, "Can I go to the wedding?"

Yan Jiang disliked Yan Rufeng's ink marks and threw the invitation at Yan Rufeng.

Yan Rufeng quickly grabbed the invitation. When he looked up, he saw Yan Jiang and said, "Come and see, even if you can only serve as a guest."

Even though Yan Rufeng has his grievances and stories, but so what? No one can compensate for the pain and tears Yan Jiang has experienced.

His parents were long dead.

He is an orphan.

After handing in the invitation, Yan Jiang felt relieved. "I'm leaving, I have an appointment to go out with Song Fei on a date tonight."

"...it is good."

After Yan Jiang left, Yan Rufeng gently stroked the red invitation several times before inserting it into his suit pocket, close to his chest.

Being allowed to attend the ceremony as a guest is already Yan Jiang's greatest kindness to Yan Rufeng.

-

Song Fei went to the network security department to guide the work today, and Yan Jiang drove the car directly to the entrance of the unit.

After a phone call, and learning that Song Fei would still be out in 20 minutes, Yan Jiang drove around the neighborhood.

Finally, Yan Jiang parked the car in front of a flower shop.

What flowers would Song Fei like?

Yan Jiang couldn't make up his mind, so he went online, asking for help.

Yan Jiang V: [I want to send flowers to Miss Song, what kind of flowers are better? 】

The comment that was pushed to the top of the most popular comment is a picture. The picture shows a beautifully packaged bouquet. The flowers are all roses folded with a hundred yuan.

The variety of that flower is called-

Money to spend!

When Yan Jiang saw the picture, he should have passed away with a smile, but when he thought of Song Fei's money-loving personality, he felt that the flower was very suitable for Song Fei.

Yan Jiang took the cash and hired someone to quickly stack more than 199 money roses.

After Song Fei got off work, he didn't see Yan Jiang at the entrance of the unit, and he was still a little puzzled.

She took out her mobile phone to call Yan Jiang.

As soon as Yan Jiang got into the car, he received a call from Song Fei. He said, "You stand at the door and wait for a few minutes, and I will come right away."

"Oh." After hanging up the phone, Song Fei boringly kicked the pebbles with board shoes. When he hit the twenty-third, Yan Jiang arrived.

Yan Jiang stopped the car and Song Fei went to the co-pilot's side by himself. She pulled the car door, saw the money rose in the passenger seat, and was stunned.

Yan Jiang: "For you, love roses, 199." Yan Jiang picked up the money rose and handed it to Song Fei's arms. "Does it smell fragrant?"

Song Fei lowered his head and sniffed, and said, "The fragrance of copper coins is not strong enough." It means that the money is too little, not enough.

Making a fist with his right hand to his lips, Yan Jiang smiled dullly.

The laughter ended, he opened his wallet and stuffed all the bank cards one by one among the roses.

"Miss Song Fei." Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei affectionately. He said, "I will give you all my property. Can you give me a home?"

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I'm sorry that the update is over. My sister-in-law gave birth last night and went to the hospital for a run. Before twelve o'clock.